why oh why
can’t i just be happy?
my dad is gone
and my sister is napping
while my mother is yapping
and children in africa
don’t have food to eat
and i never sleep
i have insomnia
i have insomnia
i wish this song was about me
but it can’t be
because they hate me
for being so whiny
the more i karolina
the more i hear them whine
i just wish you would see
that the trouble ain’t with me
i’m full of sunshine
when i’m done.
and you’ll miss me
when i’m gone.
bye or buy
into starbucks like it’s a good place
to lay my nest egg
like i could be
the next mermaid
if i was on wallstreet
i’d be happy to meet me
my JFK, my Martin Luther
coming to meet me
and tell me the truth that
some people hate me
but they don’t
they don’t.
i know they don’t.
i have insomnia
i wish this song was about me
but it can’t be
because they hate me
for being so whiny
the more i karolina
the more i hear them whine
i just wish you would see
that the trouble ain’t with me
i’m full of sunshine
when i’m done.
and you’ll miss me
when i’m gone.
i think i could be an issue worth having
like anorexia
or a small panic about a man,
when you’re leaving the club
like cultural appropriation
when you are flying up above–
them
or cherokee indians
dying on reservations
i guess i’m that.
i’m not really that.
i’m kinda that tho.
but i won’t hold on to that.
i have insomnia
(i got to hold a lobster yesterday and give it a sharpie to squeeze. that was fun, until i saw it brutally murdered right in front of my eyes- i watched someone kill it, by cutting it lengthwise, right down the middle. good thing i didn’t have sex with the guy. it would have been harder to let go.)
